[In that short breadth of time, it moves so slow. He's seen someone die before his very eyes once before, a fatal bullet wound that took an Interpol agent's life; walked in on the corpse of another man in the midst of a strange mystery surrounding a mythical figure, but it's another thing to actually witness the blow that might take the life of another. He hadn't seen the Interpol agent get shot. He didn't even know the guy. He'd at least talked to Minato before, when he'd arrived.
He didn't think he was about to witness that same man be run through by a sword, in a world that shouldn't exist, in a situation that was far beyond any rational thought.
His voice catches in his throat. The thud of Minato's knees against the ground. Aigis's sharp scream. The bullets that wrack the body of the man who'd just possibly committed homicide, if not serious bodily injury. But his mind doesn't think in legal terms right now.
Is he dead? He can't be.
The question presents itself, a bubbling concept that bursts into a waterfall of grief and rage. Apollo doesn't lose himself to it, no- he can clearly see his mechanical friend's retaliation, and the ringmaster's last hurrah to take her with him as she lets loose into his fleshy body. Fire forms in his mouth. Apollo has to move.
When the bullets stop, when he no longer has breath for his scream, when silence rings in his ears save for a choked, curdled gasp at life is uttered, Apollo can see his spear ran right through their enemy. White knuckles clench the weapon and he realizes those hands are his own, his eyes wide with fear, before letting go of it. The ringmaster stands there, smiling, saying his last words, presenting the Dungeon Core they'd sought after, before finally dissipating. The spear clangs to the ground.
And all he can do is glance backwards with a sickened stomach to Aigis and Minato.]
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He didn't think he was about to witness that same man be run through by a sword, in a world that shouldn't exist, in a situation that was far beyond any rational thought.
His voice catches in his throat. The thud of Minato's knees against the ground. Aigis's sharp scream. The bullets that wrack the body of the man who'd just possibly committed homicide, if not serious bodily injury. But his mind doesn't think in legal terms right now.
Is he dead? He can't be.
The question presents itself, a bubbling concept that bursts into a waterfall of grief and rage. Apollo doesn't lose himself to it, no- he can clearly see his mechanical friend's retaliation, and the ringmaster's last hurrah to take her with him as she lets loose into his fleshy body. Fire forms in his mouth. Apollo has to move.
When the bullets stop, when he no longer has breath for his scream, when silence rings in his ears save for a choked, curdled gasp at life is uttered, Apollo can see his spear ran right through their enemy. White knuckles clench the weapon and he realizes those hands are his own, his eyes wide with fear, before letting go of it. The ringmaster stands there, smiling, saying his last words, presenting the Dungeon Core they'd sought after, before finally dissipating. The spear clangs to the ground.
And all he can do is glance backwards with a sickened stomach to Aigis and Minato.]